The Girl's Got Secrets (Forbidden Men #7) (44 page)

Asher bent over, laughing so hard he could barely sing his lines. But he straightened up by the end, and even as slurred as his voice was, he sounded amazing.

Watching him have such a good time was taxing, though. It was selfish of me to want to be the only one to make him smile, but I couldn’t help it. I’d fallen hard for this man.

By the time the wedding reception winded down to an end, my feet were killing me and my throat was raw. But I merely stretched the kinks of out my back before beginning to put away the karaoke machine.

Only half a dozen people remained: Knox and Felicity helping clean the floor, Ten and Caroline doing the same thing, and Asher.

Stumbling my way, he waved a hand. “Hey, sexy lady. Let me help you put that up.”

I laughed and waved him away. “Oh, no you don’t. I’ve got this just fine, plastered boy. I’m surprised you’re still able to stand upright.”

“I know, right?” He spread out his arms and looked down at his wobbling legs. “It’s like some kind of miracle.”

Damn it, he was even adorable when he was drunk off his ass.

“Yo, Drummer Girl.” Tearing my gaze from Asher, I scowled toward Ten, who’d wrapped his arm and suit jacket around Caroline’s shoulders as he steered her toward the exit. “Hart’s not fit to drive shit, so you can get him home, right?”

My eyes flared wide. Hell no, I couldn’t get Asher home. He was all sweet and drunk. What if I couldn’t help myself and ended up molesting him? “Can’t
you
get him home?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

But Ten only grinned. “Fuck no. I plan on giving Caroline road head as she drives
my
drunk ass home.”

“Eww.” Wrinkling my nose, I couldn’t argue with that, and besides, it was too late anyway. He and Caroline had just escaped through the front door, leaving me here alone...with Asher.

I gazed wildly around the place, but even Knox and Felicity had disappeared too.

Shit.

“You remember where I live, right?” Asher said, drawing his finger up my arm. “Because I remember you remembering very clearly exactly where I live.”

I glanced at him and knew I was doomed. No way could I let him drive like this. And no way could I tell him no if he tried something.

From the glaze of lust in his green eyes as he watched me, he was definitely going to try something, too.

Damn it. I was fucked...literally.

Just as I feared, Asher was a very lovey-dovey, touchy-feely, horny kind of drunk.

“You looked really good tonight,” he told me from the passenger seat of my car. “Did I tell you earlier how good you looked?”

“Umm...” I bit my lip to keep myself together. “No, you didn’t. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome. It’s the truth, though. You were the most beautiful woman in that entire club. Don’t tell the bride, but you were even prettier than Eva. And I get to be in this car all alone with you right now. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard. Hey...” he slurred as he rolled his head against the seat so he could face me. “Guess what?”

“What?” I asked, oh so very ready to change the subject.

He sighed as he watched me. “I learned what
te amo
really meant,”

Shit! Okay, I didn’t want the subject turned to that, though.

I squeezed my hands around the steering wheel and said nothing. Why had I ever said that to him? I knew it wouldn’t take anything for him to ask anyone who knew Spanish to translate it for him.

“No one’s ever said that to me before,” he said, his voice going hoarse. “In any language.”

My heart tore for him, and I suddenly realized why I’d said it, because I pretty much already knew he hadn’t heard it a lot. His mother, his father, his uncle who barely raised him. None of them would’ve said it. And Pick was too new a brother to go spouting fluffy love crap quite yet. So I’d said it because he’d deserved to hear it.

And I’d meant it.

He was an amazing man who just needed one person to appreciate that and tell him how special he was. I knew it shouldn’t have been me, but I hadn’t been able to resist. Everyone needed to hear I love you at least once in his life.

“Did you mean it?” he asked.

I clenched my teeth and concentrated on driving as I pulled into the alley that led to his place. But as soon as I cut the engine, he pushed the issue again.

“Did you?”

I blew out a deep breath and quietly told him the truth. “Yes.” When I glanced over at him, his eyes were glossy with alcohol but he seemed strangely lucid. “I meant it.”

Air hissed from between his gritted teeth. Then he reached out and barely grazed my bare leg with his fingertips. “I want to spend the rest of the night inside you.”

“Asher.” I groaned and slapped my hands over my face. “Don’t do this to me. You’re drunk.”

He shrugged. “So?”

“So, you’ve obviously forgotten how you feel about me. I’m you’re least favorite person on the planet right now, remember? You’ll regret it in the morning.”

“I know exactly how I feel about you, Remy. I’m still pissed as hell over what you did, and I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you, but I still want you.” His hand stroked up higher on my thigh, slipping between my legs. “And I miss you.”

I shuddered and closed my eyes, trying to fight off the temptation.

But he just kept talking, just kept tempting. “I’ve wanted you all night, under me on a bed where I could run my hands and mouth over this body.” Suddenly his touch was no longer teasing and soft. He went bold and slid his fingers under my dress, finding my panties immediately. “I mean to have you, too.”

“Dios,” I gasped, gripping the steering wheel as he rubbed the spot that ached the most through the silk cloth of my panties.

I groaned a split second before he did.

“Jesus, and you’re already wet for me.” Moving past the barrier my underwear provided, he pushed a thick digit inside me.

“Asher, wait.” I grasped his wrist and squeezed my legs together, trapping his hand where it was but also preventing him from pleasuring me further.

But the damn man curled his finger inside me. “Why? You want this as much as I do.” Finding my G-spot, he rubbed his finger against it, over and over again.

Throwing my skull back against the headrest of my seat, I clenched my teeth against the rising pleasure. But, God. He knew just where to touch.

Cursing him openly in Spanish, I opened my legs and bucked up my hips, meeting his pleasurable assault with greedy abandon. When the euphoria struck, I realized vaguely somewhere in my head that he was getting me off with nothing but his index finger. But I was still too high on happy endorphins to really care how embarrassing that fact was.

Every muscle in my body loosened as I slumped limp in my seat, utterly drained.

“You still spout off a shitload of Spanish when you come,” Asher said from beside me. He sounded curious about his claim, as if realizing a new fact. “I guess that part wasn’t a lie after all.”

Still panting from my orgasm, I glanced over at him from what could only be wild, dazed eyes. “You’d be amazed by all the things that happened between us that were actually true.”

His gaze was intense and expression a little feral on its own. “Come inside with me, Remy.”

He was no longer asking. It was a command, and heaven help me, I followed it.

Taking his hand when he reached for mine, I went with him to his door and kissed the back of his shoulder as I waited behind him to unlock all the deadbolts. When he led me inside, he stuck close on the stairs, glancing back at me when we were halfway down the flight.

“Remember when I couldn’t wait to have you and took you right here?”

God, how could I forget? It was one of the reasons I was here with him again, when I knew good and well I shouldn’t be. Gripping his hand harder, I warned, “Don’t you dare try that tonight. You’re way too drunk to manage it now.”

Asher chuckled. “Don’t worry. I want you on a bed for all the things I have planned.”

I shuddered and clutched his hand harder.

He took me straight to the bed and paused at the footboard to turn to me and kiss me, all the while working my dress off my shoulders. As soon as he had me down to my bra and panties, he stepped back to take in the whole picture.

“Fucking breathtaking,” he breathed, grasping my fingers again to help me onto the bed. After getting me comfortable on my back, my head nestled into his pillow and my body stretched out before him, he placed a staying hand on my hip. “Lie here, just like that while I feast on you.” Then taking my arms, he moved them above my head until he’d placed one hand upon the other. “Pretend you’re bound here.”

I grinned. “What? No handcuffs?”

He shook his head, not smiling back. “I threw them out.” His green eyes seared into mine. “They kept me from chasing after you.”

Gulping because I hadn’t meant to bring up a sore issue, I whispered, “Sorry.”

He didn’t answer, his gaze too intent on my chest. Reaching out, he brushed the backs of his fingers over the cups of my bra. It wasn’t as intense as skin-to-skin contact, but it still made me shiver and had my nipples perking to attention. Then he removed the bra and leaned in to suck one aching tip into his mouth. I arched up, crying out and squeezing my hands together so I couldn’t break his rule and bury my fingers in his hair.

But then he moved down, grasped a teeth full of my panties and tugged them down my legs. When his tongue licked up my sex, I couldn’t help it. I grabbed fistfuls of all that sexy, soft hair, and I ground my hips up against him, riding his face into oblivion.

When he sat up, wiping his mouth and grinning down at me, I shuddered out a heaving, happy sigh, loving how mussed his hair was.

“I told you how much I loved the taste of pussy, didn’t I? When I thought you were another guy.”

I nodded, hoping he didn’t realize he was making a huge mistake by being here like this with a liar like me.

But he only smiled as if amused by revealing such a thing to me. “I told you a lot of shit. Way more than I’ve told any other living soul on the planet.”

Not sure what to say except sorry he’d misplaced his trust in me when the entire time I’d been too afraid to even reveal my gender to him, I held my breath. Because I wasn’t really sorry. I’d cherished every little confidence he’d ever fed me.

His green eyes looked sad as he looked down at me and smoothed his hand over his hip. He was still fully dressed, but I could see his arousal tenting out the front of his pants. I had to admit, I’d never had a guy in a tux go down on me before. It was kind of classy.

“Is that why you came back the second night?” he asked. “Because you knew how much I hated one-night stands? You needed to make it two nights, so I wouldn’t be upset?”

I shook my head. “No. I came back to tell you the truth because I hated making you live through another one-night stand. But then you kissed me, and...” I shook my head, letting him know the rest was history.

Masculine triumph entered his gaze as his lips twitched. “So my mouth has some kind of mystical, mind-controlling power over you, huh?”

“You could say that again,” I didn’t mean to mutter.

He laughed and slipped from the bed to take off his jacket and then unbutton his dress shirt. “You’re going to have to show me how this power I have works.”

Sitting up to help him with the top buttons, since he’d started at the bottom, I smoothed my hands inside the shirt, over his chest and slipped if off his shoulders. “All you really have to do is curve it up into a smile, and I’m pretty much a goner.”

“Really.” His lips slid into a pleased grin. “Like this?”

“Mmm hmm.” I pressed my mouth to his pecs and he buried his fingers into my hair, letting me have a little fun before he pulled me back and urged me to lie down again.

Then he removed his pants, watching me the whole time. When he reached for the condom box and took out a foiled package, he held it up between two fingers and said, “Last one. Did you know I’d end up using all of them on you when you bought them for me?”

I shook my head. “I bought them, thinking you’d never use
any
on me...and hating every woman who’d get them instead.”

He concentrated on rolling it into place before he stretched out above me and gazed into my eyes. “And here, you were the only one.”

I shuddered out a breath, tears glistening in my eyes because I knew I was being given a gift. I didn’t deserve to be here. Gently, I brushed his hair across his forehead, relishing the moment.

“Remy,” he whispered.

When he pushed inside me, I gasped and arched. He clenched his teeth and kept his gaze on mine, even as his green eyes went glazed with lust. “Goddamn,” he rasped. “You always take the whole thing. I’ve had women ask me not to thrust the whole way in because they couldn’t take it. Empty, shallow fucks. But not you. Never you.” He leaned down, his lips hovering over mine as he slowly moved inside me, pushing all the way in before retreating so he could plunge again.

Then he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his hair while our mouths mated. He put more power behind his hips, nudging me up the mattress with each mighty thrust.

“How’s my mouth doing now?” he asked between pants, his breath falling on my ear as he slid his nose along my jaw. “It let you know what I really want, didn’t it?” Then his teeth nipped my earlobe before he whispered, “Say it.”

God, I
did
know what he wanted, but I couldn’t deliver. It’d hurt too much. So I closed my eyes and clung to him tighter as he pumped his body into mine.

He spiked into me a little harder, piercing me deeper. “Damn it, Remy. Say it.”

I whimpered my refusal and clenched my eyes shut before burying my face in his neck.

But Asher cupped the back of my head with a gentleness I didn’t expect. “Please.”

The ache in his voice was my undoing.

“Te amo,” I whispered.

He groaned and arched his neck up. I watched the satisfaction cross his face as he closed his eyes and let his mouth fall open as if he were experiencing the ultimate nirvana.

Addicted to his response, I repeated, “Te amo,” as I slid my fingers up his throat before leaning in to kiss his pulse. Digging my heels into the base of his back, I urged him deeper into me and I sucked on a spot directly under his ear. “Te amo más de lo que nunca he amado a otro.”

He had no idea what kind of love words I spilled, but they set him off. Clutching my ass in one hand, he gripped my hair in the other. Then he kissed the shit out of me as he surged, coming with a masculine growl of release.